For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. Pioneers all of them. By the side of her plate was a small key. " "Ha!" exclaimed her son, starting back, as he obeyed her, and disclosed Jonathan Wild.
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